Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Southeastern Builders Conference

Early in 2017, I heard of a home building convention being held in town. With much excitement I dragged Chip along and with the vendors map in hand we notice the list of entirely hired-out services and companies to the likes of seamless gutters, water filtration and flooring. The reality of the situation was apparent, our efforts to glean knowledge would be futile. The positives of attending the convention was we verbally acknowledged that we are our own staff and needed more, specifically the hot items in current building materials. Through Google searches, we came across The Southeastern Builder Conference, watched some promotional videos on Youtube, learned that the conference was being held in Orlando, FL and in 5 months time. We grinned from ear to ear at one another, we had found what we were looking for.

Two months prior to the conference, I debate about booking a room at the conference's host, The Gaylord Palms. There's a promotional deal for $150 a night, which could be minimized to 2 nights, and we're attending the conference for seventy dollars each. I think to myself, what a steal and to stay at one of the fanciest hotels in all of Orlando, I'm in! Chip reasons that we could stay a lot cheaper with the RV and we can bring Bandit. Being price sensitive, I'm easily swayed and book at the nearest RV resort. For the following weeks we both unknowingly start to look forward to the conference, it seems less like homework and more like a 4-day, 3-night getaway (which we could really use after all the delays and time needed to get the RV fixed).

It's July 25th and departure is less than 24 hours away - let the debacle begin. The truck's AC goes out, it was out a week prior but Chip thought it was fixed, however, this time it really goes. The good news, Chip knew the problem and was able to fix it, costing us $200, and delays our departure by 5 hours. I'm exasperated, I should be in a resort pool by now, but okay, it is what it is. I remind Chip that he wanted to look at the brakes on the RV and he's throws caution to the wind and we haul out of Gainesville. On the interstate, we're smooth sailing - it's 5pm and by the time we arrive around 7pm we'll have a late dinner. All is good, and we are actually, occasionally, moving to the middle lane to pass other vehicles. Then, a semi truck pulls along side us and rolls down his window (on the interstate? we're confused.), so I roll down mine and he says: "You've got a blown tire." Shocked, we didn't feel anything happen, we pull to the shoulder. Sure enough we not only have a blown tire but it is entirely gone! The wheel remains with flapping tire bits around it like Medusa's hair. The RV is swaying from side to side by the force of oncoming vehicles zooming past us. Throwing caution to the wind is no flippant idea any longer; safety is our first priority. There's an exit about 3 mile away, with relief that we're not going to have to work on the side of the interstate, we take our time to the exit. Pulling into a vacant lot we focus on the task at hand pulling out tools and removing the wheel, while staying optimistic. "Oh honey, let me document this for my blog." and "Is that why you wanted me to a buy a lug wrench?" come spewing out of my mouth, I'm resolved that the issue will be promptly fixed and am therefore curious and eager to help.

That is, until Chip states the spare is dry rotted. My face falls but Chip, the problem solver, tells me to start searching for a tire place, he thinks there's a Tractor Supply not far. I locate a tire place directly behind the parking lot, but closing in 30 minutes. Jackpot! Chip tells the owner we need 2 new tires, one for the ride and one for the spare. Tire guy starts jacking up the RV and reports that we'd better add another to the list because the one riding just front of the blown town is dry rotted too. An hour later, $500 spent, and back on the road we're crossing our fingers we arrive no later than 11pm.

Arrival to the Grand Palms RV & Resort - we're tired, completely and utterly over with the day but glad to have finally arrived. We hope our arrival signifies a new start, with no more issues, and gratefully head to bed. The morning brings back our vigor and we attend day 1 of the conference happy and read to learn. We divide and conquer going to different breakout sessions before the expo opens. Chip learns about new plumbing options and attic insulation concepts. I attend sessions on money/tax saving tips and best ways to avoid leaks.

The expo opens and we navigate vendors, skipping past those that don't pertain to us (contracting computer software and, again, flooring options) to the materials and new products that Chip wants to hear more about but I take note that I need to focus on the opportunities to complete all the giveaways and drawings (especially because majority of the attendees were men and in my opinion, many men don't focus on the details, such as apply for a Yeti Cooler giveaway - the most popular item vendors were offering as a prize). I steer Chip to the tables with giveaways and he then steers me back to the materials, the gentle tug back and forth is fun and by the end, with only a few more rows to visit tomorrow, our dogs are barking but we feel empowered (I know I'm winning one of those coolers!) and renewed. That evening we made plans to meet up with my mother in Kissimmee to eat at The Catfish Place. The dinner out and catching up with my mom is enjoyable and a nice break from the fiasco of the day prior, then head back to the RV to find that the AC isn't running, actually nothing is turning on. Out come tools, Chip yammering away about how buying the RV was a dumb idea, and discovers that the converter broke but have no idea if the AC is broken and won't be able to tell until we get a new converter. (I have no idea what a converter is but safe to say that we needed it, however, now it's 8pm and the store that supplies it, Camping World, revolves around the retired population (because dinner is no later than 5pm for the early bird special), and is in fact closed. We are grateful that it's night time and the temperature in the RV with the windows open is bearable. More problem solving ensues as we want to attend the next day's breakout sessions but we can't leave the RV without AC all day in the dead of summer in Florida because Bandit would die (RV's heat up like cars and the circulations of air through the windows is meager so we feared the worst). The outcome - we'll attend the first session, then head to the resort to pick up Bandit, then to Camping World, then replace the converter and hope that's the only issue, then head back to the conference (missing some breakout sessions) but visiting the last vendors at the expo. In the end, it was the converter, thank God!, but by the time we are back at the conference it was apparent that we were in no mood to be there, feeling defeated by the fiasco's of the last few days and just wanting to have ourselves a little getaway, which was anything but. The next game plan - blow this popsicle stand and finally enjoy our late afternoon and evening - a stop to the store that makes shopping a pleasure and in the cart goes frozen pizza, drinks and snacks then we'll hang by the resort's pool. All will be okay. Then it's rains and rains the entire evening. The Southeastern builders conference was worth our time but we'd had enough - things could be worse but we cut our loses - there'd be no getaway for us. It was time to go home.

P.S. The conference was poorly documented because of all of the above.
P.S.S. I did win a Yeti Cooler! Chip said that at least something good came of the conference. On the other hand, I was elated that I actually won something.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Finally an Update - Thank You for Your Patience

I visited my blog yesterday and it brought me so much joy reading about our adventures in building The Floridian. So, why haven’t I written since March? That’s so long ago in the Internet age. Truth be told, several months ago my computer broke and it was all my fault. I carelessly knocked a glass of water into the side of my 2009 Mac. It took everything in my being to quell my anger and sadness; I purchased the Mac with my first paycheck from my first professional job after college and had taken good care of it for 6 years. Alas, Chip was extremely instrumental, and thoughtful, in taking the time to dry it out, then cleaning the internal components and watching lots of YouTube videos before it was, to my utter surprise, fixed. It comes to life (oh, trusty Mac), albeit a wounded warrior with a limp so it hasn’t been the same since. Hence, I’ve been avoiding my computer and the effects have trickled to my blog. 

Reading my last few blog posts gives me renewed energy and so, with my limping computer, I start back up again. There are many things to discuss but let’s start with the exciting news: We’re moving out to our property! I’m super excited about living on our land but it, unfortunately, won’t be in the studio above a garage as there will be no garage, at least for the time being. There’s no garage because when we finally turned in our building permit paperwork the building official told us we couldn’t have two dwellings on the property (the house and the studio), so Chip and our drafter reworked the studio into a “man cave” by removing components from the kitchen to make it aligning the likes of a wet bar. Recognizing that Chip and the building official were perhaps not on the same page in understanding one another, he followed up with the official to confirm the conversation they previously had, way back in September, that we could move into the studio (now the man cave) before we start construction on the house and Chip got a resounding no. We were baffled. Why would we go through the trouble of building a garage with a studio and not move into it when we informed him we were owner-builders and building out-of-pocket and we previously asked him? Regardless of the email documentation we had, we knew the official would give us a hard time and it wasn't worth it. 

Then, one day, Chip says, what do you think about buying a RV? I know we already decided against it but perhaps we need to reconsider it as an option. Sure, let’s do it, I say. We had hoped to be building by January and it was already April with no plans of building in the near future, so yeah, let’s make something happen.  The RV shopping commences and, one, I feel like a baller (because who shops for RVs? The rich! bwahaha) and, two, memories flood back of being eight years old again and thinking, oooohhh, I want to have a tea party with my tiny house and small kitchen drawers and an easy bake oven. Our price point puts a prompt end to my baller-vibe as we shop for RVs in the 10k price range, then increase it to 15k, still no-baller, until the price point sneaks up and we find a beauty at a dealership that will cost us $23,500 out the door. We realize things are getting out of hand and walk away from the deal to focus our energy on private sellers for increased negotiation opportunities and better prices. A couple weeks later we settle on a 2005 36’ fifth wheel for 17k. Buyers remorse is strong for Chip, that money could have gone to building the house, and the reality that I have to cook in a teensy tiny kitchen is deflating. We remind ourselves daily for the next week that we have to keep our eyes on the prize. 

Here's a few pictures of our RV:

We’ve had the RV for about two months now and we’re a lot wiser to the shimmy sham RV world (in case we ever plan to buy another one again, which we don’t). What’s the shimmy sham? It’s that RVs are poorly constructed thereby needing constant care so they don’t fall apart. The main culprits - bad construction and water. The RV we bought had no water damage as the previous owners used it four times a year for weekend trips and had it covered when not in use. We took it for a preliminary trial run one night and it happened to rain like cats and dogs. Well, low and behold the roof was leaking and water was running down the interior side of the RV and then onto the floor. RV’s in our opinion are complete junk. We watched a few videos on how they’re made and it takes 6 hours to build a RV and our RV retails new for $56,000! That’s ludicrous. What’s more, eleven years later, the original owners sell it to us for $17,000 and they hardly used it. We’re going the get our money's worth on our RV because it’ll be our home for the next two years. 

The Fruits of Our Land

Note: Intended to be posted back in February.


This post may make you think we're Amish or hippies or cheap or crazy. Perhaps we're a little of all the above though we don't claim any label - we like to remain neutral, like the Swiss. With that said, I want to share how we're using materials from our land for The Floridian. In a prior post, I had a similar picture as the one below (i.e. Chip's dad was measuring the logs):

Well, we've turned those numerous logs into this:

Pretty cool, huh? Chip is estimating that there are 4,000 board feet from all the lumber (see the last photo for a picture of all the lumber milled). What the heck is board feet? Good question - I'm still having trouble wrapping my brain around it but I'll do my best to explain. One board foot is 12" x 12" x 1" and you can manipulate those numbers based on the thickness and width of the wood you want cut. That was easier to explain than I thought; it just seemed more complicated when Chip was asking me to complete board feet calculations in my head. Ask me to figure out a 60% discount at a clothing store and I'm your girl but computing math calculations off the cuff for something I don't understand and I'll be the last person you want to ask.

Prior to milling the wood, Chip talked about buying a portable sawmill from Harbor Freight and doing it himself and then his idea snowballed into entrepreneurial pursuits; hauling the mobile sawmill and sawing logs all day. Focus honey, focus. He called mills and mobile sawmill companies to price it out and after much debate he ended up hiring a father/son duo to saw the wood. Thank goodness because I just kept thinking, where the heck is that hunk of machinery going to go, oh yeah, that's right, right next to our bull dozer because that's what everyone else does.

The duo milled the logs for the next few days. To me, the cut wood looks great and ready to use but when the logs are sawed they are actually rough cut. The next step is to prep the wood so bugs and the weather don't damage it - this weekend and the next, we'll be putting a solution all over each board and then covering it up. Then we wait - for a year, while it dries out.

Below is one type of wood boring beetle. This big bug, and his buddies, were a buzz while we were working. I was grateful to see birds hopping about on the boards in search of beetles.

The final four stacks of wood: The back left stacks are over 6' tall, with 8' boards on the far left and 13' boards on the back left. The front stack is 3' tall and has 13' boards and the front right stack is 4' tall with 20' boards. 

Once the wood is dried out, then the wood will need to be milled (i.e. smoothed down, this will end up taking a quarter of an inch off on all sides). Whether we buy the equipment to complete the last prep stage or hire out is to be determined. Either way, when the wood is milled it will be ready for use and we hope to use the wood is as many ways as possible in The Floridian.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

I Learned to Drive the Truck

The house building process is slow going, our drafter has finished The Floridian's plans and they're finally going to the engineer for review. When the engineer gives us the green light we'll submit the permit paperwork and shortly thereafter we'll be breaking ground! 

In the meantime, we've been prepping the logs that turned into lumber, another post if I stop dragging my heels, setting up the power pole, hooking up to city water and Chip teaching me how to drive our truck, which is a manual transmission.  The latter has been the most problematic issue these past couple months. We acquired the truck last summer and talked about how I would need to learn but our differences in approaching this task resulted in the compromise of following Chip's "we'll get to it, just not right now." In the past two months we've run into a handful of times where we're at The Floridian and we forgot ______ or we need to run to Ace Hardware for _____ and have been forced to stop everything to leave the site - which has been very aggravating, to say the least.  

My lack of ability to drive a stick shift finally came to a head and Chip conceded. This morning seemed the perfect day to fit in with the Sunday drivers - we drove to a mostly empty parking lot and set to work. About an hour later we took to the road and drove past Paynes Prairie then back to our home. Chip reports that I did pretty good. I'm satisfied and glad to know I can be more helpful at the site.   

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Operation Poop Tank Installation

My attempts to write one post a week is a complete fail. Good news is if you subscribe to my blog then you'll get an email when I make a new post and only when I make a new post (this blog creating stuff is hard enough let alone figure out how to track and send emails to my subscribers).

So, today's post is about Operation Poop Tank Installation. Two weeks ago, on a crisp Friday afternoon, Chip calls me to breathlessly share that we got our permit from the Health Department, he picked up the trailer, withdrew $3000 cash from the bank, put in a reservation to rent a track hoe, and was headed to the plumping store to buy the septic tank, 42 drainage field chambers and end caps, oh and was I ready to start digging tomorrow? Um...yes? My head was spinning! I went to work thinking "Yay, it's Friday! Then a 3 day weekend with a day-trip to Webster, FL to meet up with my parents and scour the Mondays-only flea market for treasures." Yeah - that was totally not happening anymore. However, we were going to be putting in the septic tank and drainage field - one step closer to building The Floridian!

Saturday morning - we divide and conquer: I prepare lunches and head to Lowes with Bud Bud (Bandit) to pick up the plumping elbows, pipes, end caps and glue. Going to Lowes for things I know nothing about never really pans out well but this time I thought I had it, plus tons of extra (in truth, I bought 3 types of elbows and 3 types of caps and 2 different size glue canisters because I never know which is going to be the right one).  In the end, the whole lot of parts was wrong - apparently some plumbing is pressurized (therefore thicker pvc material) and some is unpressurized. I bought the former when the latter was needed. Yikes! But it worked out as we didn't need these plumbing parts right away. So, back to dividing and conquering: While I was busy with my tasks, Chip was driving out to The Floridian to drop off the septic tank and drainage field materials, then we met back up and picked up the track hoe (also called a mini excavator) and finally to The Floridian, where we'd meet Chip's dad, to get to work.

The next three days were spent digging, putting in the septic tank, setting up the drainage field chambers and connecting all the parts. Things went swimmingly until day 3 - I'll explain, just keep reading.

Facts I consider interesting that I thought you might too:
  • The Floridian's septic tank is practically the size of a tiny house. Okay, that's not a fact but it does help to visualize the size of this mammoth beast. Fact: The tank was 55" high and 15' long and weighs about 500lbs - that'll hold a lot of poop! A little more on the facts, septic tanks are made of cement, steel or plastic. The steel option wasn't considered because it's inferior to the others. The poly (plastic) tank costs about 200% more than a cement tank. However, when factoring in the amount and size of equipment needed to move each - and you're doing it yourself, the poly tank is a no brainer. The Floridian requires a 1350 gallon tank because there will be two kitchens (remember the studio above the garage has a kitchen). We purchased a 1530 gallon tank as that was the closest size available. 
  • A drainfield system can be set up in a trench or a bed format. The trench format requires less chambers (i.e. cheaper) but then there's more footprint (i.e. more land you can't do anything with except walk over). Chip went with the bed format as the length from the back of the house to the edge of the steep slope to the canal is limited to 45'. We figured the initial additional costs was worth the it knowing we'll have more opportunities to plant trees or a garden. With the bed format, The Floridian needed 56 chambers (4' long each) and 16 end caps. 
  • The cost: $4,012.84 for materials and equipment, with labor cost totaling $0. Chip talked with a local guy that rough estimated the cost to put in a 900 gallon tank (the size we originally thought was needed) at $10,000 and that price tag would have been higher with the 1530 gallon tank. 

Things that we/I didn't anticipate:

1. When leveling dirt for the correct height of the septic tank the dirt floor must be compact otherwise the weight of the tank, plus the additional weight of dirt covering the tank, will throw off the height. Dirt that's not compact is bad news bears. Why would it not be compact? Well, when the dozer and track hoe move the dirt - wait, let me pause here to say: we have beautiful dirt. A few of our neighbors and inspectors have commented about makes me blush; I'm so proud. Good dirt means less issues. Back to the point, when this beautiful dirt is dug up it's as if sifted flour - it's fluffy and airy and each step you take your foot sinks down and your shoe is engulfed with dirt. I thought that walking over the dirt would make it compact, but I grossly miscalculated my impact versus the impact of thousands of pounds of tank and dirt. And...little did I know that Chip and his dad knew the ground needed to be compact - if they were hired workers I would have felt shimmy-shammed. Chip and Manuel thought it would be fine, but on day 3 (the tank was placed and covered with a bit of dirt on day 2) we notice the tank was lower than the previous day, and therefore, the tank's output was lower than the intake drainage field chamber - which means water will not flow out of the tank. Now, more money and time were required. Fortunately, Manuel has a machine specifically for making dirt compact, called a Tamper. Chip and his dad spent the next day preparing (the tamper needed a new engine and some welding work) and the following day getting the septic tank leveled correctly.

2. We didn't pass our first inspection because of the drainfield. The good news was the septic tank was fine (thank goodness). The Health Department inspector, Ed, assumed we'd use the trench format as it's most commonly used and Chip didn't check the Florida codes to know the requirements differ for the two formats (he has since spent time at the library researching Florida's building codes for The Floridian). Chip and Ed talked and brainstormed ideas. The result was to widen the bed about 2' on the south and west sides and add more chambers. The remainder of the day, Chip set back to work digging and leveling until dark and I ran to the plumbing store after work to purchase more materials (my 3 days on the job proved successful training and acquisition of materials needed) - and the next day we were back at The Floridian to finish digging and set up the remaining chambers.

Upon our second inspection, Ed gave us the green light. Operation Poop Tank Installation was complete!

Monday, January 2, 2017

Brainstorming about Our Dream Home

Slide Into Home

Before the existence of Building the Floridian, we unknowingly started with a lot of brainstorming. We naturally like to talk about homes; we are that couple that drives slowly around neighborhoods to look at the various houses and discuss what we like and don't like and say "that'll be us one day." We must look like creepers when we do that. The months prior to purchasing the lot, we found that walking and running around different neighborhoods allowed us to incorporate maintaining our health and notice more details on each home, plus as a bonus, avoid the creepiness factor. It's a win win win! Anyway, the time spent looking at homes has trained my eyes and brain to pick up subtle details, that as a whole, make the home and property look appealing. It's also enabled me to get a better idea of what I liked and didn't like. This past year, my goal was to get better at identifying my tastes so subscribed to home magazines - HGTV Magazine and Country Living - which has been helpful in generating ideas for inspiration.

Pinterest and Google images have been instrumental during the house planning phase. I noticed that searching these websites might require using a variety of words and possibly changing the order of the words to find ideas or provide visuals. It's interesting how "Porches with Columns," "Homes with Porches" and "Homes with Columns" can all turn up different search results, and then even more search results when you change "Homes" with "Houses."

There's A LOT to think about and many details to be hashed out. Before we even bought our property, here were a few of our must haves:

  1. Two story house
  2. Craftsmen style house 
  3. A massive garage - for his tinkering
  4. High ceilings - 9' or 10' foot ceilings, Chip's not a fan of vaulted ceilings.
  1. One story house 
  2. Small kids bedrooms - I want them to want to leave the house as adults
  3. Low maintenance house and property - My the best products and we won't have to spend time replacing or fixing things all the time. That hypothesis will probably yield no theory to my advantage other than the negative. Oh, how a homeowner can dream!
  4. A smaller sized home - I want to feel like it's a home we can grow and shrink in as a family (when we have one) and the whole time it feels like the right fit. 
We both wanted:
  1. A house with a big front porch
  2. An open floor plan - I've noticed that people tend to gravitate toward the kitchen but walls can be barriers and we don't want anyone to feel or be isolated. In our home, we want anyone sitting at the dining room table or living room to be included in the kitchen activities and discussions.
Do you see the one glaring issue? Yup, the amount of floors. Chip thinks that 2 story homes give a house character and that 1 story houses (also called ranch style homes) are as horrible as cucumbers (I scoff at his hatred of ranch style homes and cucumbers). To me, one story homes mean efficiency in cleaning and avoids the future statement: "Do not run on the stairs!" and when we're old and gray I won't have to move my bedroom to the living room because I can no longer go up and down the stairs. There's the worrying part of me - already fretting over something that may never happen. I can definitely over think things - and to the extreme at times; it's a bad habit that I'm working hard to break. But seriously, this debate of one floor versus two went on for many months until one fine November day back in 2015 ....

Chip and I were sitting on the couch - He was playing with his phone and I was checking my email and read a subject line that I just couldn't ignore from (I got sucked into signing up for an email subscription from them) - Of course I can't remember the subject line; never would I have thought it would have been important until this critical moment of story telling! Needless to say, it was about unique ways slides are incorporated into homes. I read the email and after a minute or so said, "If you want a 2 story house, then I want a slide in our home." I was sort of joking but figured what the hell, I'll throw the idea out there. The confusion on Chip's face was apparent, because who naturally thinks of having a slide in their home, but not for long when the realization formed on his face as his opportunity to have a 2 story house arose. He agreed and the matter was settled.

Below is my favorite photo from the email.

Slide Into Home
The slide in this home is one of the many ideas we're using for inspiration.

Okay, so why would I suggest a slide in our house when my natural inclination is to worry? Well the pros outweigh the cons - first it provides the most critical reason, it's a compromise. Secondly, it allows me the ability to be 50% more efficient - I can use the slide to transport inanimate objects (such as laundry) as well as myself back to the first floor. Now that I'm typing about this, I realize that some inanimate objects probably won't make it down the entire slide because of the laws of physics. Though, Chip's really good at finding solutions to problems so I have faith he'll figure out a nifty way to make it happen - perhaps a miniature sled - but then I'll have to remember to carry it up the stairs. I sure hope I think the slide is a good idea when we live with it day in and day out. Lastly, and perhaps the most obvious, the slide will provide great entertainment for it's orginal slide down it just for fun.

In addition to the slide, my favorite picture had other elements I found appealing, such as the open floor plan, the exposed beams and the wood flooring. It made me want to see more of the house, which required some investigating. I found out the picture is from Coburn Development and was happy to find another photo from this house off their website that also inspired us:

We love the large sliding doors.

The large sliders were gorgeous, another photo to save. Unfortunately, my high hopes to fall in love with the entire home was not to be. The home was far too big, I didn't like the exterior facade and hated the built-in booth. The booth seems like a fad, that is super cute but I can't help wonder - what do you do with that space when you don't want a booth in your house anymore? My hope is that each aspect of The Floridian is well thought out and is as practical as possible. Yes, we have totally rationalized the practicality of the slide and that works for us.

Since that day back in November 2015, the slide was a big step in getting us closer to what we both wanted in our home. It wasn't until we purchased our property, in July 2016, that we had to get real and honest about which of our ideas were truly must-haves because it was time to get our house plans together.

A slide in The Floridian - Do you love it or hate it? 

Monday, December 26, 2016

The First 6 Months: Part 2

Now it's time to finish telling about the first 6 months and we're finally to land clearing! For this part, Chip did most of the work but he had the help of his dad. Occasionally, I helped on site but I mostly prepared lunches. It took about 2 months to clear the land.

Day 1:

Day 2:

Chip working on fixing the chainsaw.
The guys ran into several other set backs with the bulldozer and other equipment, it's just the nature of the beast. The chain saw broke not once but twice. The bulldozer's right track slipped off a sprocket - think of a bicycle chain that falls off the gear except it's about 1 foot wide and about 20 feet long and weighs who knows how much. As a side note, I never heard of the term "sprocket" until I was reviewing my post with Chip - I thought it was a gear - that sounds like a good word to use but I was told it's incorrect. Anyway, that was a whole days project of lifting up the right side of the dozer with many blocks of wood and slowly working the track back on. Our neighbor was instrumental in helping Chip brainstorm ideas and providing some of his own wood blocks. I always wondered why Chip kept stockpiles of various lengths of 2 x 4's, 1x's and 6x's (pronounced "6 by's"), etc.

Chip fixing the bulldozer. 
Eventually got everything ironed out and down came the 30+ years of invasive vines, the unfortunate trees that were in the space of home site and clearing the pine trees in hopes that the oak trees will flourish with space and sunlight.  In the end, we succeeded in removing vines, trees, brush, many trees and burned it all.

Chip did salvage 30 pine trees for the use in The Floridian - he is still debating on the best way to get the trees cut into boards and on how and where to use it.

Chip's dad, Manuel, measuring so Chip can inquire with sawmill companies.
And viola: The end product of land clearing.
The land with the 2nd burn almost completed. 
This is the view from the back of the property before it slopes down to the canal.